fandomhigh | Forensic Science, Wednesday 2/14, 5th period

There were wee heart lollipops alongside the lab coats this week as the students filed into the Danger shop. Abby was sitting on one of the lab counters, her pigtails held up with bright red fuzzy ties.

"Happy Valentines Day, guys! Eat your suckers during the lecture because you are not going to want to take them into the practical this week." Grinning at the students, she clapped her hands. "This week we're going to be using the forensic skills you've learned to find out what happened at a crime scene. The only catch is that you won't be the only people there this week. You'll be dealing with other departments, people who will be in charge, people who might mess up your crime scene. As always, you want to figure how what happened to the victim, but this week you're going to learn how to deal with firemen and cops. Cooperation is key, guys. You're an important part of the team so don't let them walk all over you...but don't get too uppity. They can throw you off the crime scene. Today that'll mean you get a lower grade but in the field it'll mean that you can't do your job and evidence could get lost or destroyed while they wait for a replacement."

Passing out handouts and messenger bags to each of the students, Abby talked a little about the tools that they'd find inside. A camera for crime scene photos, several evidence bags and vials, notebook and pens, and most importantly, identification. "Crime scenes can be like circuses and being the lab geek means that not everyone at the scene will know who you are. Unless you want to be tossed into the back of a police car, keep your ID on you at all times."

Opening the door of the lab, she ushered the students through. Instead of walking into the crime scene like usual, the scene was set outdoors. They stood in front of a burnt out shell of a house, still smoking in places as ~~NPC~~ firefighters crawled over it. The stench of burning wood was heavy in the air as Abby directed them to three firefighters who were waiting near the front door.

"Go get 'em!"

[ooc: OCD up! Go ahead and play!]

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Sakura, M and Z, the three cops are waiting at the entrance to the bedroom crime scene; ready to take the students from the firefighters and be in charge of them at the crime scene. Don't they look arresting in their uniforms?

[ooc: Again, wait for them to ping in and as there's three of them go ahead and try to even things out amongst yourselves.]

M really didn't have to work that hard to look stern and intimidating. She stood near the entrance to the room, radio in hand, glaring at the students as they approached.

Parker blinked at seeing M on the scene, and pointed to her CSI identification, and proper attire. "Hello. I'm here to process the scene for evidence."

Since she had been instructed not to just assume the authenticity of credentials, M looked carefully at the ID and then radioed in for confirmation. Once it was received, she nodded at Parker.

"Do you have the proper equipment?" she asked sternly.

"Yes ma'am," Parker said, holding up her case, and giving it a pat, and then pointing to the camera. "And this isn't my first scene. Although it is the first fire I've been to. Anything I should know before I go in there?"

Nodding to acknowledge the case, M turned toward the room.

"You'll note that the doors and the window are open," she said, stepping inside and moving toward the dresser. "You can also see the remains of an ashtray here, and a plastic bottle."

With a glance out of the corner of her eye, M reached toward the melted bottle.

"Ma'am, please don't touch that until after I've had a chance to take a photo and get prints off of it," Parker said firmly, taking a step forward. "You were saying that the doors and window were open when the police arrived?" she added, getting out her camera, and taking a few shots of the scene.

Raising an eyebrow, M responded to Parker's polite tone and stepped back from the dresser.

"Yes, they were. No one to my knowledge has opened or moved anything since the firefighters left."

She took another deliberate step backward, putting her foot down directly into a pile of ash.

"Ahh!" Parker winced, and sighed. "Ma'am, I'm afraid now you have to be processed. I'm sorry, I should have told you to be careful where you walk. Would you please stay where you are, while I take an impression from your shoes? We need to eliminate your presence from the data to be collected."

"Of course," M agreed, standing perfectly still while she waited for Parker to take the shoe imprint. "Is there anything else you think I should or should not do?"

Parker resisted the urge to tell M not to breathe, and looked around, frowning. "Not that I can think of at the moment. Could you tell me how many other police officers have been through here since you arrived? And have cigarettes or a lighter been found?" She'd have to check in with dispatch, probably, but maybe there was an easy answer.

"I have no idea how many people have been in the thus far," M reported. "But I would imagine quite a few. And to my knowledge, the only items of significance are the ashtray and bottle. It looks like some sort of prescription sleeping pills," she added, feeling uncharacteristically helpful.

Parker took a shot of it, and put it away in one of her lovely plastic bags, and said, "Thank you, Officer." She grinned a little. "You've been extremely helpful."

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The look on Sakura's face might have been interpreted as stern and forbidding.

In reality it was a mixture of "How did I get roped into this?" and chagrin at realizing that the uniform she was wearing was one she'd appropriated from a guard at the Shina Heavy Industries facility during an undercover operation.

Not that you could tell the difference.

Lana approached Sakura, making sure that her ID was in plain sight. "Hi, I'm Lana Lang. I'm here to investigate the evidence at the crime scene."

"May I take a look at your identification?" asked Sakura immediately, her expression not changing a hair except for the slight, nearly imperceptible upward twitch of one eyebrow.

"Of course," Lana said politely, offering it to her.

Z stood there with her arms crossed, attempting to look Very Serious. Her uniform was definitely not what police officers wore in modern times, but hey, it was what she had.

Billy approached, already pulling a pair of gloves on. "Evening officer." Billy nodded to Z. "What've we got?" His ID was clearly displayed on his jacket.

"Dead guy," Z said, peering speculatively at his ID.

"Goody." Billy sighed. "Mind if I have a look?"

"What, you're just gonna look? Geez, what do we pay you guys for?"

Billy didn't know if the cop she was protraying was joking or not. "Well for starters." he said. "I don't want to touch anything till I look at everything first."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Z said, sounding kind of bored, actually. "Good luck with that."

Billy began by taking pictures of everything, taking care of where he stepped.